InsaneJournal

Who: Legolas and Giselle
When: Second day, mid-morning
What: Legolas arrives
Where: Near one of the stables
Rating: PG, will change as needed
Status: Complete

Legolas had not been alive for almost a thousand years to be outwitted by a mere human, no matter that Aragorn was to be the future King of Gondor. He knew very well that the man was planning something, and a quick conversaton with the sons of Elrond told him exactly what it was. So, the Ranger-King was going to try to take on the Dead themselves, was he? And probably, going to be a noble fool about it all and try to go alone.

He had no interest in allowing one of his good friends to go off alone into hostile territory. Human dead didn't alarm him in the slightest. He couldn't die, not easily, and it was just hard for him to grasp the whole idea. But, in any case, he wasn't about to let Aragorn go alone, and he knew the dwarf Gimli was of the same mind as him. Tomorrow, when the Ranger tried to sneak out, he'd find it harder than he expected, with the sharp elvish eyes watching out for him.



Elves don't sleep, not exactly. Instead, they enter into a state almost of reverie, in which they rest their bodies and refresh their minds by vivid dreams of the past. It was into this wakeful state that the elven prince settled, a small smirk on his lips as he realized just how annoyed Aragorn was going to be to be foiled. Friendship was really a great thing, it lead to so many opportunities to tease someone.

His eyes had never closed, so when the scenery abruptly started to change, he was instantly on alert. Not that it did him much good. Actually, it felt like being in a raging, out-of-control river that was sweeping him along, and all he could do was struggle to stay afloat. The only thing he could do before being carried away was pick up the elven longbow and quiver, and then, everything changed.

He fell a short distance, as if the river of time and space had gotten sick of him and was releasing him. It was only about a couple of feet from the place he had appeared to the ground, but when he landed, he had gracefully twisted his body around so that he landed on his feet. He still had his bow in hand, so he shouldered the quiver of arrows, checked to make sure his knives were loose in their sheathes. When he was properly armed, he took the chance to look around.

Well, he was in Rohan, so it shouldn't have been a surprise to be in stables. Only thing was, he hadn't remembered travelling the distance from their camp to a city, and he was fairly sure that stables were usually a city sort of thing. With a shrug, he jumped up onto a pile of hay to look around.

He was in, as he thought, a large stable. There were rows upon rows of stalls, each with a gorgeous horse in it. A thoughtful look settled onto his face as he jumped down off his perch and headed for a nearby door. Something very odd was going on, and he would hopefully find some answers througth this door. He pushed it open, his keen elven eyes scanning the place. Someone was coming, he thought, from the direction of some nearby buildings. Perhaps they would have answers.